Saturday, October 18, 2008

Moving On

On someone dear's suggestion, I am writing one of my blogs as a poem. I am writing about moving on because that is the only constant thing in my life. Changing place, making a new world and moving on; half forgetting the past as some past life, past birth that left half a memory.. sweet bitter; loved despised. But it leaves some questions... what is all of it worth, that I have to leave behind? Why all the investment in a home, in friends when it has to be left behind, when I have to eventually move on? It is a question on life itself. something like what the book of Eclestiastics says- 'Everythng is Meaningless'

MOVING ON

Why work up sand castles,when the tide will bring it down?why smile at the sea,and go on building on?when nothing lasts time,there is only the moving on.

Would there stay a joy'it was best it was tall'?will there be an ache'oh! the tide, oh! the fall'?thinking back or moving on,what does last through it all?

Does it thrill looking back,or deep does it grieve?for time even dims,beloved memories.clutching all or moving on?clawing in on the breeze?

There is joy there is painin the stride, in the toss,of the dreams fulfilledbut left far across.moving on with a gain,moving on with a loss.

With a smile full of cheeron a heart that is worn,to dreams yet to comewhen the day is so gone,to another world unknownis forever, the moving on.

WE have to enjoy what we have even if we have it for some time only. We possess nothing. everything is passing Maheshwar. Yeah Fher I have felt it many a time why write when no on e to read !! But I guess i have to do even if its for my out pouring, or even if very few would ever read....